Om Backwards.

Om Backwards

On a little island
with a hundred eyes of purple
the forest people grow
they celebrate
in shanty towns
of green
turning the handles of gramophones
created in outer space
hidden beneath the leafs
stripy jumper wool cardigan arms
softly turning the handles
at the bottom of plant like stems
round and round
sweet twang
the purple eyes blossom
greeting the galaxy
with the forest people sound
can we imagine what that first sound was
that popped out of the very first
forest peoples purple flower eyes
was that where earth language came from
sound flying waves
i wonder what they cried
om, om, om,
moo, moo, moo,
hello, hello, hello,
shine, shine, shine